The sigh seemed ethereal and faint, yet it resounded like evening drums and morning bells, filled with supreme Buddhist hymns, striking heavily on the hearts of everyone in the courtyard. The Shaolin disciples, who had been filled with a sense of desperate sorrow, felt all their stray thoughts vanish, regaining a state of tranquility.
"The courtyard I just cleaned is messed up again because of you people... Get out of the way! Get out of the way! I will clean it up again!"
Following the sigh, an elderly voice sounded. Accompanied by the voice, an old monk's figure slowly appeared at the entrance of the courtyard.
The people in the courtyard turned to look and saw the old monk wearing a patched robe, holding a broom in his hand. As he slowly walked towards them, he swung the broom to sweep away the debris on the ground. He turned out to be a Sweeping Monk of Shaolin.
